Yes. Yesterday I went to upload the lat­est batch of pho­tos and it, in not so many words, informed me that my obses­sion with tak­ing pic­tures has caused it great pain and it refuses to accept any more. Period.

In less than 2 years I have man­aged to fill its mega giga­byte belly full of the mem­o­ries of my life. My portable hard drive is buck­ling too, so I need rein­force­ments before some­thing explodes on me. And no, I am not exag­ger­at­ing at all.

I remem­bered this pic­ture I took a few days ago and thought I will use it instead.

The last three weeks or so have been quite an emo­tional roller coaster for me. I know hor­ri­ble things hap­pen around the world. I know suf­fer­ing and pain is part of the lives of many around the world. I know that. But when you have con­nec­tion to it in any way or form it sud­denly becomes real, tan­gi­ble and hard to process. Distance is what makes most of inequal­ity and unfair­ness pos­si­ble. If each of us had to actively ignore and walk past a starv­ing, swollen bel­lied infant to buy the next use­less, but highly desir­able object, we wont be able to do it. Yes, should I give these 20 dol­lars to the mom of the child to feed it, or should I pur­chase this thing that will end up in the bot­tom of a drawer full of crap I have been try­ing to sort through for months? And yet, that is what we do daily. We live in our lovely worlds, buy­ing all this stuff that we dont really need, the syn­drome of I Have Nothing To Wear with a wardrobe full of clothes, while peo­ple are starv­ing and dying. The only thing that makes it pos­si­ble is distance.

So I have had this dis­tance cut on me and ended up in the mid­dle of a heap of quite unbe­liev­able prac­tices and beliefs that have left me hor­ri­fied and…sad. Maybe even a lit­tle bit lost. Mr.Blab and I have done our best to make a life for our fam­ily that is worth liv­ing. Life that makes us happy and con­tent. At the same time there is so much suf­fer­ing, injus­tices and unimag­in­able pain out there in the big blue world. One can eas­ily go and spend their life try­ing to do some­thing about it or one can just ignore it and pre­tend its not hap­pen­ing. And then there is the mid­dle ground, or some kind of bal­ance between the two extremes.

Its just one of the deci­sions we have to make daily. And there are many, many more that shape our expe­ri­ences and even­tu­ally our life.

That brings me to the theme of a pro­posed guest blog­gers submissions:

Dont be fooled by my seri­ous intro, its just what brought me to this line of think­ing. I am not look­ing for some grand idea or any­thing in par­tic­u­lar really. This is not about the mean­ing of life. That always seems so scary and impos­si­ble to answer. I am inter­ested in your own unique view on how you see this ques­tion, based on your expe­ri­ences so far and on your own per­spec­tive. Maybe you never thought about it? Maybe you dont want to? Maybe you have a whole book writ­ten on the sub­ject? All of those are welcomed.

So if you want to share, drop me a mes­sage with your name and link if you have one.  I will make a post of all the takes on the ques­tion later.

Cheers!

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